Owned by the Mob Boss

by Ashley Hall

  That night, I didn’t sleep a bit.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Ivan

  Weeks passed, and Rachel was fantastic in bed, but something was different about her, and I didn’t have the time to worry about what was wrong. To my knowledge, she hadn’t left my house again, although I did notice that she was calling her mother a lot more, as well as a woman I could only assume was Alec’s ex and her best friend. As long as she was here, she was safe, and that was what mattered. If she felt like a prisoner, I did feel badly about that, but her being safe was more important, and maybe one day she would realize that.

  I did want to keep her safe. Not just because she might already be carrying my child. Rachel was a woman I wanted to get to know. She wasn’t like the other women I had been with before, who wanted to try to use me for my power and prestige and money. Sure, I was paying Rachel, but she hadn’t once asked for more money, and had even offered to pay for food. She had laughed at the look on my face. She had felt embarrassed that I had bought her clothes, but I told her that she should leave her clothes at her house. I wanted her to feel secure in knowing that she could return home to her items. It might help her to adjust to the knowledge that our agreement was temporary. Once she gave me an heir, she would go back to her life with another million dollars.

  None of the other women would have offered to pay for food. They would’ve expected it. Some might have demanded designer clothes and jewelry and to get their hair done every other day. I honestly thought Rachel didn’t realize that some of the clothes I had bought her were top of the line, not that she wore clothes for long once I came into her room. She asked nothing of me and willingly gave me her body.

  I wanted her to be safe, of course, but I did not want her to feel like I was preventing her from living her life. It was a fine line, and the only place I could guarantee her safety was within these walls. Surely she must realize that. Through Clara, the nurse I hired to watch Rachel’s mother, I knew that the mother remained in the dark about Rachel’s job. Rachel was smart to keep her mother out of it, and while I was sure that the thought of asking for her mother to stay here had crossed her mind—and that I was sure I would tell her yes if she were to ask—I commended Rachel for keeping her mother away. Rachel didn’t know everything about me, especially not why I needed an heir so badly, and I didn’t want that to change, but she had to realize something wasn’t right. Better for her mother to not come here and possibly become a target too. Yes, I would keep her mother safe here, just as I was keeping Rachel safe, but her mother was not going to become involved.

  Just in case, I’d assign a bodyguard to them. He could pose as Clara’s chauffeur. Golovkin had already had a man move on Rachel. If he wanted to get to me through her or her mother, it would be better to be prepared than to be caught with my pants down and my cock buried deep in Rachel’s pussy.

  I just hoped Rachel wouldn’t grow to resent me for keeping her here. If she did…well, it couldn’t be helped.

  Like it or not, I had other pressing concerns to worry about as well. In these weeks, I hadn’t been able to get any useful information on Vanay Golovkin, and I was beyond pissed. The thought of him getting one up on me was enough to make my blood boil. I couldn’t handle the stress of it all. Golovkin had to have had a reason to wait until now to come back, but I had no idea what it was. For a decade after my parents died, I had lived under a different name, something which had always bothered me, but the men who had survived the attack on my father’s mob insisted, so that Golovkin would not realize I had lived. When I turned eighteen, though, the decision to reclaim my birthright demanded I also reclaim my surname. But that had been fourteen years ago. What would make Golovkin wait so long to make a move against me? If I were honest with myself, it wasn’t until my early twenties that I relaxed. I thought for sure that if Golovkin was going to make a move, it would be sooner rather than later.

  And maybe that had been the simple reason for Golovkin to appear now. He figured he would lie in wait, lull me into a false sense of security, and then make his move. After all, I hadn’t immediately learned about his return to my city. Someone had alerted me to his presence, and for all I knew, since the person hadn’t named themselves, that person could very well have been sent by Golovkin himself.

  I had upped my security, hired more men, had eyes and ears on every street, especially Golovkin’s place of employment. I hadn’t gone over there to see him for myself. Didn’t think it would be wise too. I needed to keep a somewhat low profile, although I wouldn’t stop living my life and conducting business. I wouldn’t keep Rachel from her mother or her friends, just like I wasn’t going to keep myself from doing what needed to be done in my own life.

  When Golovkin made his move, I would know. But he had to know that. Must have anticipated that I would seek him out and beef up my security. Every move I made, he could have anticipated. Like it or not, I couldn’t help feeling that he had the upper hand.

  So far, he hadn’t tipped his hand. He was waiting for something, but no way would he wait forever. I thought that maybe he would move quickly after Rachel had been threatened, but that hadn’t been the case. I was too uneasy to relax though. I wouldn’t relax until my revenge was completed.

  That afternoon, Alec finally showed up. His phone calls had been infrequent, mostly because there had not been much in terms of news for him to share, but also because I didn’t want him to risk blowing his cover. No news in this case meant no news.

  Apparently now he had news and I hoped it was good news, given that he had just came straight here without a phone call first.

  I brought him to one of my studies and closed the door behind us. “Well?”

  “Got some intel for you. Fresh. From last night.” He gave a leering grin as he stared off in the distance.

  “From the girl you seduced?” I deduced.

  “Yeah. Vanya’s youngest daughter. Isabella.” Alec smiled viciously.

  “And?” I was anxious, and I curled and uncurled my fingers. I hated feeling so on edge. I couldn’t relax. Maybe Rachel could give me a massage later.

  “We’re in luck. I’m in. Isabella is determined to ignore what her father dictates, which made seducing her that much easier.”

  “I don’t need details about how she is in bed,” I growled.

  “I’m getting there.” Alec’s grin grew.

  “Are you sure you can trust her? That she isn’t playing you?”

  “I’m positive. She hates him almost as much as you do. She hinted that her father had recently bought a large cache of weapons. I asked her why he felt the need to go all balls to the wall, guns a blazin’, and she said that she had a feeling that Daddy owed someone a lot of money.”

  Interesting. Why come here if he was having money issues? And why buy weapons instead of giving that money over to whomever he owed it to?

  “Did you learn anything else?” I asked.

  “No.” Alec shook his head. “She didn’t know anything more.”

  I slowly nodded. Good. This was good. Could be better, but still, this was a start. If I could find out who Golovkin owed money to, I could use that against him and possibly ruin his entire family.

  Maybe things were finally looking up.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rachel

  TI finally had that talk with Ivan about my mom

  “This job isn’t supposed to take you away from your life,” Ivan said. He had tucked some hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek. We had just finished having sex—it hadn’t felt like fucking in a long time now.

  “So I can visit my mom?” I asked for clarification.

  “As long as you are safe about it.” He wagged a finger at me.

  My stomach had tightened at the word “safe.” Nothing about Ivan screamed safe.

  In the bedroom, that was fine, but with his future child, with my mom, with me even… I sometimes didn’t know what to think, what to feel.

  “I’ll take Leo with me,” I off
ered.

  He made a face. “Leo and Boris too.”

  “Boris?”

  “Yes. Safety in numbers.”

  “I don’t need—”

  “Please. It would set my mind at ease.”

  He wasn’t begging, but he wasn’t cold or demanding either. He really wanted me to be safe.

  Me or my uterus?

  Did he only see me as the woman he wanted to impregnate? Or did he see me, Rachel, the woman? The distinction was important to me, but did it matter to him at all?

  “How often can I go see her?” I pressed, figuring it would be better to learn the limits now, before they became an issue.

  “As often as you would like. I won’t keep you from your mother.”

  “Thank you.” I felt so surprised, and then I felt guilty for being surprised. I had expected him to deny me, especially because of my being accosted. I thought he would say that he had provided my mom with a highly qualified nurse and that I should be grateful that my mother was also benefiting from this arrangement, that he hadn’t had to pay for the nurse at all.

  But no. He was being gracious and kind and it was times like this when I found it so easy to forget who he was, that he was a mob boss. Which was dangerous. I had to never forget that. I couldn’t help thinking that the more time we spent together, the more I would fall for him. Because he was the kind of guy I would go after. A bad boy. A hot one. A rich one. And one who cared enough about my mom to help her out.

  I had never before met a guy quite like Ivan before.

  “I asked around.” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to make sure your mother had the care of the best doctors.”

  I glowered at him. “I might—”

  He held up his hand. “Don’t misunderstand my intentions. I was trying to help.”

  I crossed my arms. “And what did you think when you realized I had already made sure she was seeing the best doctors in the area?”

  “I thought all the more highly of you considering that I know you were struggling before we made our…arrangement.”

  I blushed at his praise. “Just because money had been an issue doesn’t mean that I was willing to allow my mom to have less quality care.” It hadn’t been easy, but I had done everything I could for her. As much as I hated myself for it, once I got fired, I thought that maybe it might be time to switch to a cheaper doctor, but I hated myself for even thinking it. This was my mom, my only family. I would have given up everything for her to continue to have her best chance at recovering.

  “Your mother must be one hell of a woman to have raised a daughter like you,” he murmured.

  Now that was very high praise. It would be the perfect opportunity to ask him about his own mother.

  Except he continued talking.

  “I don’t know how you feel about this, but because of the guy approaching you…” He glanced away, but I saw his jaw tighten and his hands curl into fists. He hated that I had been accosted, and something inside of me shifted.

  “What did you do?” I whispered. Had he hunted down the man and killed him? What would I think if he had? What if that man came back and wanted to send another message to Ivan—this time not with words but my dead body?

  “I gave your mom a chauffeur as well as the nurse.”

  “Chauffeur or bodyguard?” I asked pointedly. I didn’t know how to feel about this latest development. While I appreciated the gesture, I hated that there might be a need for my mom to have the bodyguard.

  He had smiled widely at that. “Both in one.”

  “Thank you,” I murmured.

  “Don’t worry about it. And…I won’t keep you from your friends either,” he added.

  That had surprised me. Twice now, he had shocked me. “You know about Denise?” The moment I asked, I felt silly. Alec had probably mentioned me, and if he had, he probably hadn’t said anything good about me…or about Denise for that matter considering he had dumped her.

  But if that had been the case, why had Ivan given me a chance? Why had he agreed to me being his surrogate? And did this mean that if Alec had a role in my getting this position that I shouldn’t hate him like I did? It was so strange. I had been so against Alec for Denise, but here I was, with Ivan. Well, not in a real relationship with him.

  Real enough for me to need a bodyguard.

  Real enough that I needed to guard my heart.

  Why did I accept Ivan when I hadn’t been able to accept Alec for Denise? Alec had been a little gruff and very full of himself. It had been off putting to me, but Denise thought of it as swagger.

  Ivan had confidence. He knew what he wanted and how to get it. He made things happen. Yes, he had servants, but he didn’t treat them unkindly, at least whenever he interacted with them in front of me. Was it possible that Ivan was putting on an act in front of me? Honestly, that seemed likely. How could he be in the mob, and obviously be thriving in it given his wealth, unless he was cold and capable of committing crimes?

  Which side of him was more accurate? The kind and tender side he showed me when no one else was around? Or the mob guy who did whatever it took to stay on top?

  “What’s troubling you?” he has asked, his fingers rubbing my temples. “You look like you’re worrying too hard.”

  It wasn’t like I could just talk to him about this. I couldn’t trust him to answer honestly. And if I couldn’t trust him with a simple question, how could I trust him with anything?

  Whether it was smart to or not, I did trust him.

  “What’s worrying you?” he asked.

  I gave him a wide smile. No more worrying thoughts…for now at least.

  “Can’t have that,” I joked. “Can’t risk having wrinkles already.”

  He laughed and kissed my forehead and then other places. Words weren’t spoken except in moans for a long while after that.

  Over the next weeks, we spent a lot more time together, and not just in the bedroom. We usually had a meal a day together, and at first that had been so awkward. His servants would serve us, and he didn’t know what to talk to me about, and I didn’t know what topics of conversation were okay to broach, so I kept quiet too.

  But the first time that he sent his servants away so it was just the two of us for breakfast, things felt much more natural. The constant reminder of his wealth was gone, and I could focus more on him. We talked about little, silly things and laughed and joked, and even though it wasn’t anything serious or deep, it had been refreshing. Despite his job, Ivan was just a man.

  But then the topic of conversation became more serious over time. We would talk about my mom, my old job, my hopes and dreams, about my life before Ivan. That was how I was beginning to think of my life: “before Ivan” and “now.” Eventually, I would have to go through “after Ivan,” but I found myself not wanting to think about that. While I was here in his mansion, I felt safe. And I felt safe in his arms. And when I did leave to see my mom or Denise, I still felt safe because of the protection Ivan offered. It wasn’t normal, and it scared me that I was already becoming accustomed to this lifestyle.

  And we didn’t just talk about me. Ivan talked about himself too. Not about his mob life, and not much about his past either, but he talked about what he wanted for the future, and what he wanted for his son, and that made things that much more confusing for me, and right now, I didn’t need to be more confused.

  Because as much as I hated the idea of being under the same roof as those weapons, and as much as the idea of why Ivan needed those weapons close by frightened me, and as much as I couldn’t overlook the fact that Ivan had connections to the mob, I was afraid of something even more important.

  I was afraid I was falling in love with him.

  I had this habit of falling for guys who weren’t good for me, and this was the kicker. As kind as he was, as incredible as he was in bed, I couldn’t risk falling for him like this. I was not a permanent fixture in his life, and once I gave birth, we would part ways. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around th
at, and I had better learn to accept that—the sooner the better.

  But I found myself wanting to spend more time with him. I wanted to talk to him more, and the last few times we had sex, we talked beforehand and afterward too. We had sex more than four times a week, and I wasn’t complaining about that, but I wanted more.

  And I had no business wanting that. That wasn’t part of the agreement. Maybe I should stop talking to him so much, sharing with him. Because all of this closeness, all of the time we were spending together…it was making me so confused about our relationship. It didn’t feel like a business arrangement anymore. It felt like more.

  That night, we had just finished eating dinner. Ivan had just asked how my mom was doing, and I couldn’t help myself.